[Intro]
Why it feel like I'm Losin' Weight
If I ain't got no money
Yeah, That's what we tryna get
n***as know what it is bruh
Check it, yo
[Verse]
Every time I write a new verse it's like the last one ain't sh**
Young n***a tryna come up quick, Gun on hip, Blunt on lips
Still on the same sh**, true sh**, get my dick licked while I lane switch
Speak the hustlers language
I'm Like Van Gogh, With the Flow, Yo, I paint sh**
Same click, All City what I rep
Hood n***a white T, and you know I rock the nike sweats
Lame n***as tryna wife the ex, It's f**ed up cuz she still hit me on the text, what a mess
Ralph Lauren Blazer double breast well dressed
Stacy Adams like a pimp, eating steak and shrimp
I don't f** with that bacon sh**, blazin piff
Creating hits, and allergic to a basic b**h
And a n***a that'll smile in ya face, but behind the back he be really on some hatin sh**
I remember I was debating bricks but that's not my crowd
Ima beast cuz I rhyme wild,peep the style
My punchlines knock the speakers out
My life Jerry Rice cuz you know I took the deeper route
You took the collecting the sneakers route, peep em out
The "act like I'm Wiz Khalifia"route
Basing your life on pleasing the crowd
I tear it down on the mic , n***a ask around
Go to any hood in the city and I guarantee I get a dap and pound
I stand proud like the day you rocked your cap and gown
I'm back to rappin now, I did take a lil break now I'm tryna get that crib on the lake
Wooo!